I had my heart set on going out today with the children, anywhere, but somewhere outside. During the night, doing one of the babys’ many nightfeeds, I saw the rain hitting our window and thought for
fuckgoodness-sake. Then I laid awake for a good hour, long after the baby had gone back to sleep, wondering what we were going to do. The thought of spending yet another day stuck indoors filled me with dread. I’m not a Pinterest perfect mum, so the most we will get out of craft-time is some half-chewed crayons and a piece of paper, alongside marathon episodes of Paw Patrol or Ben and Holly’s little Kingdom (often both). Somewhere to go, indoors, but not home.
Before I knew it the toddler was up for the day and I was still laying there like an idiotic insomniac, pondering over places to go for the day. This normally wouldn’t be such a big deal for me, usually we go out enough throughout the week that the thought of a day at home has me excited. Pyjamas all day, not having to move about much and any meltdown can be kept confined. But since we’ve spent the best part of two weeks stuck indoors dealing with each family member being picked off one by one by this bastard flu, I was desperate to get out, take the children out in the fresh air and do something other than scrub mushed banana out of the carpet.
By midday I was resigned to the fact, we’re probably not going to go anywhere, a little late to drive somewhere for a day out. Then once the baby woke up from her nap, my ‘get up and go’ suddenly took over, bag rammed full of bribery cheddars, milk and juice, we left in a hurry and didn’t look back. We walked to Tesco, in the rain, but still in good spirits. The toddler fell asleep, which was fairly lucky since I wouldn’t have to buy bags of apples and baguettes to keep him quiet and occupied. Then having to listen to Mr Firstooth say ”but we already have five bags of apples/baguettes” he’s not there, he doesn’t know.
With an hour still to kill before dinner needed to be prepared (and the countdown to bedtime began), I wasn’t ready to go home. Perhaps that’s selfish of me but why let the rain keep us indoors, that’s life and what coats and umbrellas are for. A visit to the park would be our next port of call, children don’t care if it’s raining when there’s swings involved. And as you could imagine, we were the only family there. Just perfect, no hovering around the swings waiting for a turn or to make sure the baby doesn’t get kicked in the head. I laid a bag for life down in each seat, my best attempt to keep their bums dry.
They laughed on the swings for ages, something I usually get bored of almost the second the first push is made, but I enjoyed seeing them so happy being outside again. We didn’t leave until it started getting dark. Shit got real on the walk home, once the fun stopped, but up until then, it was happiness I wish I could bottle.
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